taste

54

"you're so fucking annoying."

dan had been thrown against a wall many times, but this was somehow so much hotter and better. the way phil's hands had his wrists pinned against the wall, the way his voice was breathy and desperate, and oh god, the way they were grinding their hips together.

"yeah?" dan smiled mischievously, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"we said we were going to take it slow, remember?"

"you're the one grinding on me."

"you're doing it back," phil said, panting. dan let out a moan louder than intended, immediately making a face at himself. "you're moaning loud enough to cause an earthquake as well. would you like to be quiet?"

"fuck you. god, fuck. i'm about to fucking come in my goddamn pants like a fucking barely pubescent boy." they didn't even get a chance to lay down before dan was coming in his arms with a cry of relief. he hadn't gotten action in–what felt like–forever.

"will next time be longer than 30 seconds?"